"Hello, Tara. My apologies for exposing you and your son to this kind of treatment, but I can assure you it is not without reason. The man before you just made the sacrifices to save the life of a loved one. However, when given the opportunity to save your husband's life, he chose not to. Now, you will be given the power to save a life. Will you grant this man the opportunity to continue living, or will you dispense the same death sentence he issued your husband? Live or die. The choice is yours."

"Hello, William. Before you are six of your most valuable associates. The ones who find errors in policies. Their findings result in over two-thirds of all applications denied or prematurely terminated. Now, you must apply your analysis to them. And will you be able to find their errors? Six ride the carousel -- but only two can get off. The decision of which two survive falls upon you, but remember: the mounted gun will continue to fire until all six rounds are spent. And if no decision is made on your part, all six will perish. To offer the two reprieves, you must press both buttons at once in the box before you. However, in doing so, you will give a sacrifice of your own. Two can live. Four will die. Your decisions symbolized by the blood on your hands."

"Hello, William. You have seen the flaws in your policy. But what you have not seen is the extents some people will go to when faced with death. The lawyer from your firm has ninety seconds to cross this room, or the device attached to her chest will discharge and pierce her brain. She will find that the journey across this room is filled with danger. In order for her to make it, you will need to be there for her, as it is you who ultimately holds the key to her survival. When faced with death, will she have the skills to live? Let the game begin."

"Hello, Pamela. You've sensationalized my life, twisting the truth and exploiting my message for your benefit. Well, today, you will experience the meaning of sacrifice and you will see the consequence for those who unjustly hurt others."

"Hello, William. Standing on the platforms behind me are two of your colleagues. One, your file clerk: a young, healthy male with no living relatives. The other, a middle-aged woman with a family history of diabetes. According to your policy, your secretary is older and weaker and, therefore, less worthy to survive. But you know the loss that she will be to her family, while young Allen will disappear without a blip on the world's radar. Only one can exit this room, and the choice of whom falls upon you. You must let go of the one to save the life of the other. As you can see, the choice is not so clear when you're face-to-face with the people whose blood will stain your hands. Let the game begin."

"Hello, William. You've probably been wondering when we would see each other again. Today is that day. For years, your probability formula has decided the fate of others. The healthy have benefited while the potentially sick have been unjustly rejected. However, this formula does not take into account the human will to live. When faced with death, who should live versus who will live are two entirely separate things. Today, your policy will be put to the test. There are four straps around your limbs and you have four tests you must complete. For if you don't, the straps on your arms and legs will detonate. Look closely. You have 60 minutes to complete your tests and avoid this fate. Starting now. You are not alone in this game. Just as you have taken loved ones away from their families, if you don't reach the end before the timer hits zero, you will never see your family again. Here is your first test. Your health and hereditary background puts you in the highest category of success. However, the same cannot be said for your adversary. At only 52 years of age, this man has continued to smoke even though he has a history of high blood pressure and heart disease. This demonstrates very little appreciation of the blessings of his own life. Your game will focus on the simple element of air. Once this game begins, every time you take a breath, the clamps around your chest will close in and crush your body. The only way to escape is in the other's failure. So I ask you, when faced with death, who will survive? Live or die, William. Make your choice."

"Hello. I want to play a game. The devices on your heads are symbolic of the shackles you place upon others. You recklessly loan people money, knowing their financial limitations, counting on repossessing more than they could ever pay back. You are predators. But today you become the prey, and it is your own pound of flesh that I demand. The scale before you is your only path to freedom. However, only one of you may pass, and the toll is the ultimate sacrifice. The sacrifice of flesh. Before you are the instruments to exact this flesh. Move with haste now, for when the 60 second timer hits zero, the one who has given the most flesh will release their bindings, while the gears on your opponent's head will engage, piercing their skull. Who will offer the most flesh in order to save their life? The choice is yours."

"Once you see death up close, then you know what the value of life is."

"You think it's the living who will have ultimate judgement over you because the dead will have no claim over your soul. But you may be mistaken.*"

"[William tells him the tumor will always return despite treatment] That was even smoother. As a matter of fact, that was downright slick."

"[to William, who has told him his tumor is inoperable] That rolled off your tongue real smooth."

"Don't talk to me about money. I have money."

"Healthcare decisions should be made by doctors and their patients, not by the government. Well, now I know they're not made by doctors and their patients or the government. They're made by the fucking insurance companies."

"Did you know that in the Far East, people pay their doctors when they're healthy? When they're sick, they don't have to pay. So basically, they end up paying for what they want, not what they don't want. We've got it all ass-backwards, here."

"By whose mathematical equation is this [possible cancer treatment] not feasible?"

"[about his physician, Doctor Gordon] The man has his hand on the doorknob half the time that I'm there."

"Why'd you come?...I promise you, when all this is done, I will provide a way out for you. I have something for you. [giving Jill a key] When the time's right, you'll know what to do with it."

"It's time to get Dr. Denlon from the hospital."

"[to Hoffman after he dumps Timothy's body on the floor] That's a human being. Do you like how brutality feels, Mark?"

"[to William] So, in a sense, you choose who lives or dies...You're not taking into consideration the most important human element of all; the will to live. Until a person is faced with death, it's impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive."

"[reffering to Amanda] Jill, you once told me she was a lost soul...But here she stands, she's clean and whole. And she has a new appreciation for her life."

"Addiction is not simple, JILL! WAKE UP‼ These people have no respect for the lives they're destroying. Once you see death up close, then you know what the value of life really is...And that's my way, and I brought proof that it works."

"Methadone is a masking agent. It doesn't heal. It just simply numbs the senses...I've found a better way. These people, they will continue to hurt you and let you down. Maybe addiction's just part of human nature. But what about these people, Jill, who come here every day and use you? They bide their time. They're avoiding prision sentences. They're getting hooked on masking agents. Do you call that recovery?"

"Here's a little happy family. We love you, son. We're waiting for you...Gideon, Gideon, Gideon..."

"[filming an ultrasound] Hello, Gideon."

"Fellas, you called me."

"The Illuminati did not become violent until the 17th Century. Their name means "The Enlightened Ones." They were physicists, mathematicians, astronomers. They were concerned about the Church's inaccurate teachings. They were dedicated to scientific truth. The Vatican didn't like that, so the Church began to — how do you say it? — hunt them down and kill them. Drove them underground into a secret society."

"It's an ambigram. It's the same image forward and backward. Now, that's common for a symbol like Yin and Yang or the swastika, but that's a word. That Illuminati ambigramatic symbol has been considered a myth for 400 years. Supposedly, in the 16th Century, some artist created it as a tribute to Galileo's love of symmetry. It was only going to be revealed when the Illuminati had amassed enough power to resurface and carry out their final goal."

"[Last words] Father, into Thy hands, I commit my spirit."

"If science is allowed to claim the moment of creation, what is left for God?"

"Have you come to make me a martyr?"

"I want people's last memory of the church to be of them walking out with their heads held high, not of some old men sneaking out a back door."

"Who is more ignorant — the man who cannot define lightning, or the one who does not respect its awesome natural power?"

"Faith is a gift which I have yet to receive."

"By all means, let's just talk it over"

"I'm a virgin — well, technically. I just act that way so guys will like me. But, it's like, really hard acting slutty all the time. I don't know how you do it, Brooke."

"Well, you wouldn't answer my calls or texts, so I had to kick it ol' school and show up in person."

"I just wish I could believe in myself as much as I believe in all of you."

"Just so you know, I'm not mad anymore. I myspaced it out of my system."

"Dark Secrets Revealed"